WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

A DAWM BREAKS
The dawn mist melts down,
On the shoulders of your
Green valley swiftly;
The face is full of ice cubes;
Sprinkled in and around,
and on your red cheeks.
The mid-sun shines on top,
On the smoothness of your
Pink naval softly;
The body is full of ray drops;
Sparked in and around,
and on your spicy breasts.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI